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Chapter 808 Little and Big Brother. Three

Xiaoxiao was lying on the coffee table, with her chin resting on her little hand, teasing the bird "Zhizhi, Zhizhi", so Zaizai directly asked the bird to do Chichi.

Zaizai and Xiaoxiao used small cups of water and bread crumbs, and Zhizhi only drank a little water, probably because the wound was treated and he felt much better. At the moment, it is nestling in the goldfish bowl and taking a nap.

The brother and sister stayed by the coffee table for a long time, until the little bird fell asleep with its head tilted, and then ran away to play.

But even so, the two little guys still ran back to look at the little bird after a while, their nervousness made Yan Shao, who had lost his childlike innocence long ago, feel very funny and interesting to watch.

"Honey, let's take Zhizhi home with us when we go back to China?"

What Yan Shao said was of course a joke, if you really bring this little thing, it probably won't even be able to get on the plane.

Zaizai shook his head vigorously without thinking, "Not good!"

Before Yan Shao could ask why, he hurriedly explained, "This is its home, if we take it back, we won't get used to it, Daddy, we can't take it back."

The tense appearance of his son made Yan Shao feel guilty.

Hurry up to appease Zaizai, "Yeah, we won't take it with us. If it doesn't heal by then, we can leave it to my uncle and the others to take care of it, okay?"

In the next few days, because there were so many chirping birds in the house, the siblings were reluctant to go out, but Xiaoniao was seriously injured and couldn't bear tossing back and forth in the car.

Yanbo and his wife have lived here for a long time. They thought it was their home, and they didn't have much interest in the surrounding places. They came here this time mainly because they didn't want to part with their grandchildren, and they didn't have any other special purpose.

Young Master Yan didn't have a particularly fond impression of this city, so the brother and sister were willing to stay at home with Zhizhi, and the three adults were reluctant to go out. The Yanbo couple teased their grandchildren at home, and occasionally took them out Take a walk, while Yan Shao handles his official duties directly at home through the Internet.

Compared with the Yan family's garden-like villa in L City, the villa here can only be regarded as a small house.

The house on the upper and lower floors has ten rooms and eight rooms. The garden has hundreds of square meters, a swimming pool, a grove and a few flowers.

Of course, such a configuration is a luxury house for many people.

But both brothers and sisters are hyperactive children. They stayed here for two days and ran all over the house and the garden outside.

Yanbo and his wife were afraid of boring them, so after breakfast that day, they took them out for a walk and visited their neighbor's house a few hundred meters away.

The neighbor's house was an elderly Chinese couple, and they were very surprised to see Yanbo and his wife bring a boy and a girl to the door.

Two years ago, Yanbo and his wife left in a hurry after receiving Uncle Hai's call, and they didn't bother to say goodbye to their neighbors. Therefore, they didn't know that Yanbo and his wife had returned to China to see their grandson.

Moreover, they also heard from Yanbo and his wife that their son probably won't have children due to some special reasons. In the future, if he does have children, he will probably adopt them.

"Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan, these two children..."

Of course, they are also polite and cultivated people, and they will not ask the question of whether to adopt in front of the child.

Only then did the couple remember that they had said such things to outsiders before.

"Mrs. Qiao, this is my grandson Zaizai, and this is my granddaughter Xiaoxiao."

Yan Bo hurriedly brought the two little kids in front of him, and cleared up the misunderstanding by the way.

Zaizai has always been polite, bowed slightly, and shouted crisply, "Grandpa Qiao, Grandma Qiao!"

Xiaoxiao also bent her body like her brother, but she didn't know how to say such a long series of words, so she just raised her face and said, "Qiao Qiao... good!"

The two elders were amused by her cute appearance on the spot, and Mrs. Qiao even bent down and looked at the little girl and Zai Zai and praised her.

"Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan, you two are really blessed. Look at these two children, how juicy and beautiful!"

Mrs. Yan was very happy when she heard others praise her grandchildren, as if she had put gold on her face.

"Well, Zizai follows his father and Xiaoxiao follows her mother. Fortunately, the son and daughter-in-law are doing well."

The Qiaos had never seen Zhu Qianying, but they had seen Yan Shao. Now that they took a closer look, the boy was indeed very similar to Yan Shao.

Qiao's couple welcomed the grandpa and grandson into the door, and everyone sat together drinking tea and eating snacks to reminisce about the old days.

Zaizai and Xiaoxiao are lively and active, but their behavior is very measured. The little girl who walks unsteadily listens to her elder brother very much. Every time she wants to do something excessive, she can easily change her mind if she is coaxed by her elder brother .

"Mrs. Yan, I really envy you for having such a pair of sensible grandchildren. No wonder you are reluctant to come out after going back like this. If it were us, you would not be willing."

The two men over there were chatting about current affairs, and here, Mrs. Qiao and Mrs. Yan were sitting together, drinking tea and talking, but their eyes were always glued to the two little guys and they never moved away.

"It's true that I'm not willing to part with it. In the past, I always told Lao Yan that I have no destiny with children. Even if I have a grandson in the future, I probably won't be too close. We really thought that we would just walk around like this. Stop and stop to live the rest of my life. But now, let alone let us go out for a year or a half, even for a few days, we are not used to it, so I can't bear it..."

At the beginning, the Qiaos were reluctant to part with their grandchildren, so they immigrated with their son. Although their grandchildren have grown up and left home independently, Madam Yan's feelings, she understands and deeply understands.

Zaizai and Xiaoxiao played at Qiao's house for a while, and then followed Mrs. Qiao to the backyard. There were not many flowers in the backyard of Qiao's house, but all kinds of melons and vegetables were planted.

When Xiaoxiao saw those red and green tomatoes hanging on the tomato tree, she shouted excitedly, "Guoguo...Guoguo!"

Seeing that the two children liked it so much, Mrs. Qiao took out the basket and scissors and handed them to Zaizai.

"Zaizai, you and your sister can cut the one you like, and take it home to cook at night."

Zaizai first glanced at Mrs. Yan, and after getting a nod of acquiescence, he happily took the basket and scissors, "Thank you, Grandma Qiao!"

The little girl obviously understood what she was going to do next, imitating her elder brother and said a few times, "Thank you...thank you..."

As he said that, he anxiously dragged Zizai to the tomato tree with the most and reddest hangs.

Zizai was holding a basket and scissors, and the little girl was standing under a tree, holding the biggest and reddest one with her little hand, "Red Hong..."

Zai Zai cut off the tomato with a click and stuffed it into the little girl's hand.

The tomato was as big as an adult's fist, and the little girl held the tomato as big as her face, smiling so happily that her eyes slit.

Mrs. Qiao's backyard seemed to open up a new world for the two little guys. On the way home, Zaizai said to Yanbo and his wife, "Grandpa and grandma, can we plant some melons and fruits when we get home?"

　I read a certain chapter’s comments yesterday, and a girl said that there are a lot of typos. Alas, Zhuzi’s time for typing is very tight at night recently, and I haven’t fixed the typos. The girls can't even guess the meaning, sorry!
　　
　
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